Ah! Ewan MacColl so loved the mountains, fells and hills. Here's the last verse of his song "Joy of Living" - written when he knew his life was coming to an end.

"Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ling
Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind
So that I will be part of all you see, the air you are
breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding the gentle wind that blows through your
hair
Reminding you how we shared
In the joy of living"

Some things cannot be bought at any price.

Maybe in this country it all started with the Inclosure Acts as common land and shared fields were taken over by richer people and became private. Common land does have protective legal rights, as does our right to walk freely on public footpaths across private land.
There is a trend in other parts of the world to give rivers the rights of a human being, thereby protecting them for indigenous groups, as in this case in New Zealand;

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/mar/16/new-zealand-river-granted-same-legal-rights-as-human-being